put your hands under
collective calms combined
sifting through disaster
what did you find
torn up memories
spent reflecting
wasted on nostalgia
could have been
but will never be
cleanse what’s collected
slate’s can be wiped
refresh calamity
to point out control
guise of confidence
fool those looking on
sober thoughts found
lightning strikes onward
in fields to be traversed
new eyes find brightness
too much to behold
second viewings lie
from the start of one
till the end of anew
unclench your fists
of what you’ve been holding onto


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